Contagion
When the arena of war shifted to the planet,
when we listened for the scrape of pangolin nails,
the black beat of rhinos, the crex of corncrakes
who would not lay again, I knew the ways
to become a warrior. Taking to social media
I made several different accounts
and watched the likes multiply as cells.
I charged my devices at a public port
though car drivers got angry while waiting.
I slapped Styrofoam cups …